Who is that, who is always crying with him Who is the plain of my house Who is my tired eyes in the window Always waiting, staring at his outfit Always waiting, staring at him, he Flower is the word all of my poems The one who is the embodiment of my love, the life maker of my the one who comes to my heart, , I am in my chest, a life of my life I am in the chest of my life Whos, who is always crying with him Whos, my plain is a house of his house Who is my tired eyes in the window Always waiting for him, staring at his outfit Always waiting, staring at him, he , Flower is the word of all my poems The one who embodies my life love Who comes to my heart. I am in my chest a life of my life. Dawn that passenger, that stranger has reached the back of the gate
